While the Algorithms Run

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Intro

Digital playgrounds made of glass

Silicon dreams that never last

Corporate culture wearing masks

While the soul of work collapses

Verse 1

Startup fantasy, a tech mirage

Open floor plans, just a camouflage

Free kombucha on tap for your thoughts

Meditation rooms where ideas are bought

They say "we're family" with hollow eyes

As they track your bathroom time with lies

Motivational posters on sterile walls

While creativity slowly falls

Pre-Chorus

Plastic plants and empty promises

Free beer for your consciousness[Chorus]

Corporate zombies in glass boxes

Free snacks and arcade games

Pretending that we're having fun

While the algorithms run

Post-Chorus

La-la-la, la-la (hey)

La-la-la, la-la (yeah)

Verse 2

Ping pong tables collecting dust

Forced fun for quarterly trust

Beanbag chairs and neon signs

Working late to feed the bottom lines

They sell your data while you play

The foosball keeps the truth at bay

Digital chains, invisible walls

While the CEO makes all the calls

Pre-Chorus

Plastic plants and empty promises

Free beer for your consciousness

Chorus

Corporate zombies in glass boxes

Free snacks and arcade games

Pretending that we're having fun

While the algorithms run

Post-Chorus

La-la-la, la-la (hey)

La-la-la, la-la (yeah)[Bridge]

Digital overlords with friendly smiles

Tracking every click, each tap, each file

Silicon Valley's grand illusion show

Where your mental health is currency to grow

(Just another cog, just another wheel)

(In the machine that never stops)

Verse 3

Standing desks and wellness programs

Just to keep you coding till dawn

Free t-shirts with catchy slogans

While they sell your soul upon the lawn

Virtual happy hours, team building games

Everyone pretends to know your name

But the system's rigged from the start

As they gamify your breaking heart

Chorus

Corporate zombies in glass boxes

Free snacks and arcade games

Pretending that we're having fun

While the algorithms run

Outro

The table tennis echo fades away

As we power down at the end of day

Digital playgrounds turn to dust

In the empty office no one trusts

(La-la-la, la-la)

(La-la-la, la-la, yeah)

End